The room spinning, the only thing I can think about is you,
your kiss, the warm sweet touch of your hands, your caring voice, always true,
but I know you don't want me,
so I sit on the floor and cry, I cry till my eyes feel raw, I'll cry till blood is shed,
I can't stand it anymore,
looking at the razor blade, seeing the gleam in it's shinning glory,
as I make the first red line I think about Tori,
how upset she will be if she finds out,
but I won't let her know, so I'll show no feelings of doubt,
I do it over and over until the streams of blood turn into raging rivers,
blood, dark crimson, a huge flood running down my wrist down my forearm,
it's all your fault, but you don't even know,
did you ever even think that maybe you're the reason why I'm sitting on the floor, wrist bleeding, drunk and crying,
no, because you don't even know I did it...
now it's my turn to laugh.
